[ A lovely threat. It helps Iorveth set aside worst-case scenarios for now, and fall into the kind of trance that coalesces around pleasant sense-memories: bathhouses, breakfasts, ankles tangled under covered tables. He's fully relaxed by the time Gale peeks into their bedroom, the edges of his sharp features rounded by rest and comfort. Even his cheekbones look a little less knifelike in the dim, illuminated only by the conjured light hovering over Gale's open palm.
(It occurs to Iorveth that he hasn't seen daylight in more than a tenday. It doesn't bother him.)
He shifts, stretches. Runs his fingers through Astarion's hair, murmuring a greeting to him in Elder Speech. He can sense Gale wanting to approach them beyond his polite station by the open door, so he eventually gestures the wizard over, offering two impatient "closer"s until Gale is standing, hesitantly, by the foot of their bed.
"Er," Gale begins, and Iorveth cuts him off with a ] Sit, [ to which the mattress creaks underneath the tentatively-obliging weight. ]
Tell us your news, [ Iorveth continues, remaining pleasantly horizontal with Astarion still in the loop of his arms. Trusting his partner, obviously, and extending a bit of that trust to Gale, who has been graciously hosting them and doing the heavy lifting. A wary fox, letting his favorite person's friend touch him between his ears.
Gale clears his throat again, and finally offers: "well, it goes without saying that I have more information on the whereabouts of the cloak. Fortunately for us, it doesn't seem to be in the clutches of another vampire." ]
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(It occurs to Iorveth that he hasn't seen daylight in more than a tenday. It doesn't bother him.)
He shifts, stretches. Runs his fingers through Astarion's hair, murmuring a greeting to him in Elder Speech. He can sense Gale wanting to approach them beyond his polite station by the open door, so he eventually gestures the wizard over, offering two impatient "closer"s until Gale is standing, hesitantly, by the foot of their bed.
"Er," Gale begins, and Iorveth cuts him off with a ] Sit, [ to which the mattress creaks underneath the tentatively-obliging weight. ]
Tell us your news, [ Iorveth continues, remaining pleasantly horizontal with Astarion still in the loop of his arms. Trusting his partner, obviously, and extending a bit of that trust to Gale, who has been graciously hosting them and doing the heavy lifting. A wary fox, letting his favorite person's friend touch him between his ears.
Gale clears his throat again, and finally offers: "well, it goes without saying that I have more information on the whereabouts of the cloak. Fortunately for us, it doesn't seem to be in the clutches of another vampire." ]